I walked into the room and bent down to Kim and kissed her deeply. I continued kissing her as I ran my hands under her body and pinched her nipples as...her huge boobs swung back and forth under her. Then I quickly stood up and smiled at me husband, "Go on give it to her hard the dirty bitch loves it." "Come on Jayne," Jim said reaching out to my hand and pulling me away. "We'll leave Stuart to enjoy the show."I felt just a little disappointed as I had planned to have both of them but let Jim. It looked like—no—it was a penthouse. A penthouse! My date had bucks, big bucks. It kinda shook me. Miss Shafer was way out of my class—money-wise.True to her word, she was back in less than a minute. She handed me a stem glass with what was undoubtedly some high class red wine: no dago red for this woman; I'd have to be remembering that one. "Here you go Ozzie. I'll be back in just a few more minutes, okay?" she said."Sure bet," I said. And she was gone again. This time for maybe five minutes.. Jake sticks out his arm and Juicy links her arm thru his, Jim says Jake you are one lucky son of a bitch, Sara says hey I’m not a bitch most of the time, and what am I chopped liver, Jim says sorry honey you look beautiful, but she is a goddess. They get to the club Juicy tries to keep a low profile, there weren’t there long before Jake went to the bar to get a round of drinks, he gets up and only gets about three tables away and gets trapped by Mrs. Jones and her niece! Sara says Juicy baby. Carefully I mounted my Schwinn. After ensuring that all was balanced and under control, I shoved off with my feet and sat with the hard nose of the bicycle seat nudging painfully into my coccyx under the weight of the carrier bags. But soon I was rolling swiftly, the bicycle tires hissing loudly along the asphalt street. In the quiet air I heard the wind whistle faintly past my ears as I picked up speed. Thus loaded, strapped, upright, and rolling almost merrily along, I imagined myself as.